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"Asshole!"

Her hand stung, quietly hoping her previous outburst wouldn't come back to haunt her. Peg caught herself strutting angrily, making other pedestrians take note of her. The mature feline wasn't hard on the eyes, that's for sure... A tan overcoat, framing a bushy blue blouse that masked her cleavage, but drew one's eyes to it. A matching tan skirt, that she fought a bit to fit into, hugged her hips and made her butt look big in all the right ways. Her vibrant red hair was tied back and her curves, accented, but concealed. She'd taken great pride putting together a business-casual look. She'd felt sorta sexy for the first time in a long time, at least in front of the mirror this morning... now she wished she hadn't put forth so much effort. Peg sighed aloud,

"Fuck... I need a drink..."

She cleared her throat, breaking eye contact with the stranger who looked up from their phone at her comment. Her walk turning into long strides to put her embarrassing display behind her as quickly as possible.

===

The soft clamor of fellow patrons was a relaxing sound for the troubled woman. She heaved a soft sigh of relief, looking forward to venting to one of her favorite people, but with no one visible behind the counter in the darkened bar, she hollered playfully to the room,

"AYE Smitty! Get out here it's your best customer!"

This turned some heads, some of them familiar faces, she came here often after all...

An unfamiliar face appeared, having been bent over behind the bar, the young male poodle gawking slightly at her enormous chest.Peg huffed quietly, uttering low enough to only chastise the canine,

"Eyes up here, pup."

The poodle cleared his throat before reciting,

"S- sorry miss. Smitty took a tumble. He's taking a month off to recover. What can I get for you?"

"Whoa whoa, Smitty's hurt??"

"Oh it's not serious. He said he'll be back soon."

'Oh good...' she thought to herself, partially sarcastic. She'd have to make do and relax with just the bottle today...

A deep, but somehow familiar voice suddenly called out to her from the bar,

"Peggy? Is that you?"

She didn't answer right away, trying to put a face to the voice while searching the crowd. A VERY muscular black wolf caught her eye and a second glance made her gawk in disbelief,

"SYN?!"

Now certain who he was talking to, the tone changed to that of an old friend as he stood and gestured broadly,

"Queen of the keg, Peg! Fancy meeting you here!"

Syn crossed to her, arms wide and gives her a hug, ending it before she could object,

"You look like you're doing great."

She looks him up and down, mouth slightly agape! He must have gotten 4 feet taller since she last saw him! His attire wasn't much different than what he wore back in college. Black leather jacket, a set of Grey jeans, and a belt as thick as her forearm. He was a giant of a Wolf, and she looked up at him with a half smile. Peg inwardly blushed, not displeased with the old title and attention, but more self-conscious about the implications in the company of strangers. She plays it off with a dismissive wave,

"Heh... and look at you. You've... been working out?? I can never tell, maybe it just comes naturally..."

Syn didn't offer one way or the other, only a sideways glance with a shrug and a nod,

"I eat my wheaties."

Peg smirks and continues,

"I haven't seen you since college. Jeez. You seem like you're twice as big as when I last saw you! "

Syn raises an eyebrow at her, partially teasing but mostly serious,

"In more ways than one."

Peg lets him have the joke, smiling,

"And still just as much trouble as you look."

He can't keep a straight face anymore and shrugs dismissively, gesturing to the seat beside him,

"C'mere, let's catch up. You still able to throw back a triple threat in 6 seconds flat?"

Peg chuckles, reminiscing about college and the sense of freedom... the nostalgia... the... majorly excessive drinking...

"Syn, I..."

The wolf smirked knowingly as he interrupted her, presenting the back of his open hand and waving his fingers tauntingly,

"Because now I can do it in 5."

Peg blinked at the realization, the wolf not flinching under her scrutiny,

"No way..."

Syn leans back with an even wider smirk,

"So... do you give it up? Or would you like to hold on to your title a little longer, and talk about the good ol' days like an old timer?"

Peg knew she was being played... in the old days she'd never back down from this kind of challenge... But she was spun up... and curious... and just a bit nostalgic.

"Fuck it. Bring it on. You're going down, pup."

Syn chuckles,

"That's the fire I remember!"

===

The three shot match ends in a draw. Peg coughing, but smiling,

"Ohmigod! *kaff kaff!* Aaaah! I remember that being so much easier! *cough*"

Syn exhaled with a smooth clink of his shot glass on the table.

"Well, seems to me like this isn't usually the kind of crowd you're running with anymore."

Syn let's her catch her breath, leaning on the table as he asks,

"What have you been up to? You practically fell off the map according to everyone else."

He smiles, gesturing at the office clothes,

"And where are you working that let's you drink like that this early in the afternoon?"

"Everyone else? W-Well I-"

Her phone interrupted her, a reminder to start dinner if she hadn't already.

Peg groaned,

"Oh, I should get going Syn. I've... I mean it's nice to see you, but it's been a rough day. And..."

Peg trails off, Syn picking up where she left off,

"So you -are- working?" Syn pried,

"I'm not working, I..."

Peg pondered for a moment, and then conceded. Since Smitty wasn't here, might as well talk to Syn, at least an old college buddy can understand,

"Actually...I was out for an interview, but uh..."

She toyed with the rim of the last shot glass between her fingers,

"Let's just say he wanted me to do some favors for him... under the table..."

Syn raised an eyebrow quizzically,

"Aaand... that's a problem? Was he ugly?"

Peg, shocked by the answer he gave, realized she should clarify,

"I-I'm married, Syn! I've had 2 kids!"

"Oh! That's great. Wait, had?"

"Have... technically... one's moved out, the other will be soon... my son, P.J. hasn't called since he went with his friend Max to find work out of state. My daughter Pistol is part way through college and she hardly talks to me anymore."

"Really? That's rough."

Syn leaned back in his seat, settling in and looking her over again as he continued,

"But, why are you looking for work then? I thought the homemaker thing was always the dream."

Peg lights up a little, but restrains herself,

"O-oh it was... is! It is... It's just... Kids are all grown up now. Only person I clean up after now is my husband."

"Well if what happened to Connie is any indication, you've got it pretty good."

"Hmm? Connie?"

Peg took a second to recall,

"Like, 'room with a bear ' Connie?"

Syn nodded, brows furrowed. Peg asked with mounting curiosity,

"What happened to her?"

"... you... didn't hear?"

Peg perked up even more, her eyes on Syn's serious expression,

"H-hear what? I lost touch with nearly everyone once Pete and I started living together and moving from place to place."

Syn nodded, although somewhat surprised to be the first one giving this news. He takes a bracing breath and states candidly,

"Overdose. She'd gone back to live with her brother... Sounds like he'd never stopped dealing and it was all downhill from there."

"Oh shit..."

Peg's face fell... College had felt so optimistic back then. Like everyone might just get where they were going.

But to imagine missing that kind of news jarred her quite a bit,

"Holy shit... w-when was that?!"

Syn raised an eyebrow at her, leaning in on the table as he talked quieter to discourage the eavesdroppers who'd turned heads and ears from Peg's loud realization.

"Peg, this is old news. Like, '20-years' old."

The look of shock and surprise is genuine on Peg's face, Syn can read it like a book and he sighs softly,

"Man, you really are out of the loop. Looks like there's more to catch up on than I would have thought."

"Y... yeah."

Peg reached into her purse for her phone again. The time was a little after two. Pistol would be getting out of her college class and on the bus home within a few minutes. Pete knew there would be leftovers in the fridge...

Yeah... curiosity was clinging to this feline. She texted the two of them,

'Met an old college friend while I was out today. We are catching up, but there is a lot to talk about. I may not be back until late.'

Syn interrupts just before she sends it,

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just... texting my family... here I am complaining about work, and a boring house, and you tell me Connie didn't even..."

Peg sends the text, overcome with emotion, choking back tears. Syn, looking slightly perplexed, tries to shift her focus,

"You used to tell me you loved the idea of having your own house... that you'd keep it clean, and make friends with the neighbors... is something wrong?"

Peg ponders that a little too long, Syn adding,

"Does it have vermin? Was it originally a paper mill? ... No white picket fence?"

Peg smiles through the small tears that had escaped, chuckling to herself as he named one thing that she had always gone on about,

"No no... Even got the fence..."

Peg huffs in disbelief, rubbing the tears from her cheeks,

"Even got the fuckin' fence. The house just feels... empty now."

The long pause gets Peg to check back in to the present. She gestures to the poodle boy politely, rubbing her cheeks once more to look presentable as she asks loud enough for the bartender to hear,

"Two beers, please?"

The canine gives an affirming nod and disappears behind the counter again. Peg now leans in on the table getting closer to Syn so she can ask quietly,

"You got time?"

Syn nodded silently, Peg smiles and nods, giving her eyes one more rub to stunt her tears entirely,

"Well then... What else did I miss?"

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Peg had only intended to stay for another few hours tops. But as drinks kept disappearing, and the stories grew funnier, and the room got colder, Peg found herself now sitting next to Syn. Things normally wouldn't have gotten this interesting, but with a new barkeep, not realizing any need to cut them off, the drinks continued coming. Syn had his arm draped over her shoulder, and her arm wrapped around behind him, one could safely assume they were either dating or very very close friends. The night was starting to turn into a blur for them both. The world outside felt miles away. Peg struggles to make clear sentences, but doesn't appear too intoxicated with only the occasional swoon,

"Syn... You're awesome."

Syn smirks,

"Aaahh you're just saying that because you're drunk."

She retorts, smirking,

"No!... maybe... no! That doesn't matter... You're just... so hot you know? Like I used to jill it while thinking about you back in college all the time... I mean,"

She gestured to his entire body,

"-fuck!"

Syn, slightly embarrassed, but doing his best not to show it, says flatly,

"Me too... actually..."

Peg looks up at him in legitimate surprise,

"Wait seriously?"

"I mean..."

He gestured to her entire body,

"-fuck!"

She laughed, shaking her head in disbelief,

"No way. You?! You had half the cheer squad wrapped around your little finger! You're fuckin' with me..."

Peg took a long swig as Syn shrugged,

"No! The other girls... they just wanted me for my body. Don't get me wrong, a couple times they made offers I couldn't refuse, but I often caught myself thinking about you, ya know."

She set down her mug, watching Syn take a long drag from his,

"Really..." Peg said in disbelief.

Syn nodding, feeling a tad vulnerable for a moment,

"It's true, all that time you spent... talking our ears off about the place... I imagined settling down with you. It was fun to think about. And look at you now! You're even more beautiful than I thought you'd be, even back then."

Syn realizes things might escalate if he didn't shift the tone and suddenly says,

"But, uh, life is too short to waste on dreaming... you have to fight to get anywhere, and it's a miracle if you ever get where you're going..."

Peg, flushed with heat and excitement said loudly enough to get the clamor of the bar to settle, if only for a moment,

"We're gonna fight for your dream!"

Realizing her volume, Peg leans in to Syn, putting a hand on his thigh. The stare they exchange goes on without a word. Syn finally leaning down and laying a subtle kiss on her. Peg, even while watching it coming, couldn't prepare herself and her mind went blank. A hand brushed her stomach, travelling up, making each button flip under his fingers. A few came free without even trying and Peg froze, knowing where his hand would end up! She hastily grabbed his wrist, held him tight, and he stopped. He was so strong... he could take whatever he wanted... But he let her guide his hand. She turned it herself, letting his massive palm cup her voluptuous breast as her hand held his against her.

Peg felt a rush of excitement that she had only remembered feeling in her teens! It took her back in time, and she relished feeling so young again. Their lips danced back and forth, subtle partners each giving them room to move and connect. This respectful dance was interrupted by Peg who let her tongue tickle the male's lips. Syn, not one to be outdone, joined his tongue with hers, swirling and gliding with purpose. He was taking the lead, and she wasn't finished setting the tone! Something nagged at her, but she ignored it. The dizziness grew as her heart pounded. She let his tongue past her lips and set to suckle the thick wet muscle. The large canine tongue was exotic and made for a great oral dancing partner, making her own twirl and lunge with him, occasionally being drawn into his own mouth to press and explore intimately.

They're kissing continued passionately for a solid minute. When they finally came up for air, Syn offered with confidence and warmth,

"Let's go to my place for a while..."

Peg nodded, hands gently clutching to him, both out of desire, but also out of disorientation. Syn helped her to her feet, but with Peg finding it impossible to walk in heels in her current state, Syn simply took her into a fireman's carry and walked out with her fingers gently tracing over his chest.

?

It was lucky that a taxi came by, because Syn knew he shouldn't risk driving in this state. It bounced comically when he climbed in and they both laughed for several minutes. Syn gave the driver a hefty tip up front and then directed him to his apartment.

Their arrival was sudden as Peg realized she'd started falling asleep for a moment. But she felt her heart pound with excitement as they walked into the apartment and shared a longing stare with each other.

The next thing she knew, clothes were gone, her body pressed shamelessly to his, and hands going places they would never go in public.

Peg could hardly breath. It was like a fire had been lit. Something primal, familiar, yet was lost and now found again. In what felt like a blink, she was bent over his bed, presenting herself as one hand reached back, spreading a plush ass cheek.

Syn murrled, kneeling down and prowling toward her on all fours,

"I think it's time this kitty found out how a wolf treats a lady!"

Her head may have been spinning, but her voice sounded certain,

"Oh? Show me."

The words left an itch in her mind... Something was off... But she couldn't put her finger on it...

He snarled playfully, nipping at the air and nuzzling in close, pressing his cheek to her ass cheek and laying long playful licks up her thighs. It would have been obvious from his uncoordinated licks how he was definitely tipsy, but he still manages to find his mark, soon laying long heady laps over the mature, aroused womanhood being presented to him! She shivers under the attention... had she ever gotten this kind of treatment before? It felt heavenly! She wanted more of it, but he stopped and stood. She thought about getting that kind of tongue lashing every day, perhaps before cleaning house... how nice that would be...

The sudden press of a hot cock tip to her folds brought her back to the moment. The slight touch getting her body to shudder in anticipation as he made his tip slick, rubbing it up and down those eager cunny lips as they drooled and swelled with her arousal. She whined, thinking he was teasing, which may have been true, but found it was quickly rectified. He gripped her hips with both hands and plunged into her aching sex and her body reeled at his size!

'It's so much bigger than...'

Another thrust interrupted the already cloudy train of thought, making her tunnel stretch a bit to accommodate, but grinding so deliciously into every corner of her quivering sex! His pace hastened and she turned her rump up, presenting herself to his thrusts! It was so right! Yet something was still wrong! Did it matter?! Her body was on fire! She was going to cum! Finally! She was going to cum again!

His vicious attention let his sac slap her stomach over and over! Telling her what she would soon be getting from them! She felt bliss wash over her at the idea! Yes! She was cumming! Milking his cock for all it was worth! It had been so long, she'd forgotten it felt so wonderful!

• Syn was close! His cock growing stiff and no longer pulsing with spats of pre!

The last time this had happened it had been almost decades ago...

• His grunting deepened!

With...

• He pressed his hips against her!

Pete...

Syn suddenly came inside, holding himself against her as jet after jet splashed into her! He bucked with such force that his knot threatened to pop inside, instead only wedging between her plush cheeks. The cry she made left Syn befuddled. A mix between a scream, a moan, and a question?? Syn asked firmly,

"What is it?!"

Peg practically screams,

"W-What 'm I doing?! I... I'm not... I didn't mean to...!"

Syn pulls out with a bit of effort, his climax leaving him slightly drained, making cum run down her inner thighs in hot streams. Syn resumes helping Peg shakily to her feet, starting to understand what she was trying to say as he asks,

"Okay, calm down now. Are you hurt?"

Peg shakes her head, feeling like a little girl being talked through her surprise by her daddy, Syn nods affirmingly, saying with a soothing sort of confidence,

"Alright. Then you take a shower first and clear your head... let's talk about it in a couple minutes... Okay?"

?"O... okay."

?there is a short pause as she turns toward the bathroom unsteadily, but then she says with certainty,

?"No... n-no, I need to go home."

?Syn reasons with her, gently ushering her to the bathroom,

?"Okay. I'll get dressed and..."

?"No... uh... alone... please."

?Syn takes a bracing breath with a nod,

?"As you wish. Just... consider cleaning up so you don't have to do it at home?"

Peg concedes, nodding softly, Syn nods back as he continues,

"Alright. Now, I'll call you a cab, but then you go straight home. You are not driving tonight. Okay?"

?she nods silently, Syn sighing in relief as he helps her into the bathroom,

?"Okay."

The shower was over in what felt like moments, like her mind refused to hold on to the memory of scooping his hot seed out of her... that or the alcohol was to blame... either way she left without another word, arrived home without waking anyone, climbed into bed without changing or disturbing her husband who slept soundly. Her voice trembling in a whisper as she uttered to the ceiling, mortified,

"What did I just do...?"

=====

The following week was restless, both in sleep and in self consciousness. What had she done? She loved Pete. But then why did she do it? Was it just the alcohol? Sure she had needs, but was she that desperate? Syn always -had- been kind of a player. But it hadn't been manipulative... he was just... giving her what she'd wanted.

"Mom."

But she loved her family!

"Mooom..."

The house, the neighborhood, all of it... and yet...

"Mom!"

"Mmm?"

Peg looked up, Pistol staring at her with her head cocked inquisitively,

"I asked if we're still on for the mall tomorrow?"

Peg blinked in confusion, slowly piecing together the moment again,

"Oh uh... yes. I'm happy to drop you off."

"Mom, did something happen?"

Peg felt a lump in her throat and shifted her stance, but managed to relax and talk around it,

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

Pistol crossed her arms, framing her chest in the dark purple top with fishnet trim holding her bust in from above. It was a perfect accent to the skin tight black jeans she wore. She had the appearance of a typical goth-inspired teenager, with the only exception being two pigtails that kept her bright red hair back and in check. She looked her mom up and down as she spoke,

"I mean you've been acting weird all week. Like someone died. Is this about that college friend you met with?"

Peg sighed, smiling,

"You are too smart little missy."

Pistol smiled at that, but her curiosity wasn't sated,

"Are you two gonna talk again?"

"W-why?"

"Cause you should. You've clearly got more on your mind. Go vent about it with someone who understands the situation. Get it out of your system."

Pistol heads upstairs to her room, leaving her mother alone.

Peg can't decide one way or the other, deeming it best to dismiss the comment for now,

"... maybe..."

Later that night, she felt a stirring... She needed attention... something... anything. Pete had been busy the last few days and even the quiet requests to snuggle were being turned down. Pete... usually in his recliner or going out to drink with friends... it was impossible to not catch him at a "bad time" these days. So tonight she'd ask him directly. She was going to fuck her husband and remind herself that she was content here!

"Sorry sweetheart, I'm going to a... very important meeting tonight."

Pete smiled the most genuine apologetic smile he could muster.

Peg knew when he was lying, adopting a scowl akin to these situations they often found themselves in.

"Pete, it's more than just some time to talk and snuggle, I want you to..."

She couldn't say it so bluntly... it'd seem strange... She fought to put words together, but Pete took the opportunity to put words in her mouth,

"Take out the trash?? Sure thing! I'll do it as soon as I get back, love ya, bye!"

The door slammed behind him and Peg huffed in indignation,

"Pete! So help me...!"

Tires peeled out of the driveway and into the distance. She deflated, feeling utterly defeated and unable to reconcile the guilt and frustration with herself.

"DAMN IT!!"

She shoves the abandoned kitchen chair back into its place, making the wood furniture clatter loudly! She paced in front of the door. It's like he didn't even care how she was feeling. No... more like he didn't understand the situation... It wasn't fair to blame him when she was the one who 'caused' this friction to come up in the first place. Right?

Suddenly what Pistol said came back to her and she pulled out her phone. After a quick search in her directory, she found the number she'd entered in while drunk last week, saved as 'Syn-ful'...

Berating her past self for the lack of cleverness, she set about writing a text to him. They had broken the dream, and now she was going to fix it.

===

Peg and Pistol sat in silence for most of the drive. Being the beginning of winter, the air was cold and the night was clear... the sun already having set a few minutes ago. Now it was after 5pm and most of the traffic was dying out in Spoonerville. Normally Peg would have been prying Pistol for information on who she was meeting, how long she'd be, and other standard mother questions. But she was mentally gearing up to talk to Syn. She didn't want to yell at him, but there were a lot of strong feelings that she needed to put into words. She caught herself revisiting that night in her mind... the details... they would help compose her argument. The time they talked, his tone, the drinking, the kissing... the hot... messy...

*Bedoop*

Peg's phone chimed, breaking her out of her temporary fixation. Knowing who it was, she did her best to avoid letting Pistol see it. Syn had texted,

'You here yet? Just arrived.'

She replied hastily,

'10 minutes out. Pulling up to the mall.'

"Who's that? The college friend?"

Pistol was acting non-chalant, but was quite curious by now about this person she knew nearly nothing about.

"Mmm-hmm." Peg did her best to hide any emotion other than determination. Pistol nodded,

"Good. Glad to hear you'll be dealing with whatever's bugging you. What's their name?"

Peg replies flatly,

"Syn"

"Guy or girl? And should I plan to wait for you to be done?"

Peg hesitated, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to seem suspicious either. And what a reversal this situation had become! Who was the mom here?? Realizing she'd waited a moment to reply she quickly tacked on,

"Guy. I'm only going to talk to him while you're at the mall since he's in the neighborhood. I'll only be a couple minutes away so text me any time you're done."

"Alright..."

A short pause held in the air before Pistol pried again,

"What's he like? Is he nice?"

Her mind raced!

'Hot. Muscular. Gentle. Understanding. Confident. FUCK!' None of these things were going to help any suspicion Pistol might be brewing about the relationship issues here! Peg took a bracing breath, trying to go back in her memories,

"Well, uh... he was one of our first classmates to set out on the open road. He's definitely got that biker vibe. Really tall. Grisly looking. But uh... Sure. Nice guy, unless you piss him off."

Pistol rolled her eyes, arms crossing across her chest.

"Mom I don't care THAT much. Just don't take all night. I'm only here to get, like, 3 things."

"It'll be fine, sweetie. I'll let you know if there is a problem. And you let me know when you're ready for pickup 10 minutes in advance and I'll make sure I'm there. I don't want anybody giving you trouble out front."

Pistol grunted in frustration,

"One time, mom! It was just a mall cop, one time! I'm pretty sure he was just hitting on me."

Peg chuckled,

"Sometimes it sucks getting that extra attention. Some folks just don't know how to deal with certain kinds of stimuli."

There was an awkward pause. Pistol suddenly struggled to say something,

"The girls at school say it's because I dress like a skank. Trying to make the guys oogle me."

"Are you?"

"Well no... I'm just picking stuff I like but..."

"Then they're wrong."

"But I feel like I'm imposing if they say it's too distracting."

Peg raised a motherly finger at that, she was eager to find a distraction and this was something she was all too familiar with! She held the finger high, waving it decisively as she spoke,

"Hey! You are NOT responsible for what other people think and do. We live in a free country in a civilized world. Only idiots would say that you're 'imposing'... either jealous ones, or the ones who can't process the real world. We all were born with urges and desires. Some of us just bothered to grow up and deal with them. Those who don't... buy the overpriced products that advertise sex appeal..."

There was a slightly awkward pause as it was clear that was the end of the rant, but Peg felt the need to cap it off,

"... it's one thing if someone wants to say they don't like something. It's their opinion, they're allowed to have it... everyone does. But when they start saying you should be ashamed, or try to make it your problem, that's bullshit. Excuse my language..."

Pistol smiled at that, looking out the window. Peg caught her smile before turning away and now was smiling herself.

A quick glance at her daughter made her realize how much she looked like her at that age. Long silky red-orange hair. Slender figure that disguised all of her physical prowess. And struggling to get her chest to fit into an E-cup bra by junior year... She was her spitting image... DAMN she was hot back then... no wonder she'd been...

"Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"You're pretty awesome."

A nip of guilt tagged along with a rush of appreciation, but her smile grew anyway,

"Thanks sweetie! That's awfully nice of you to say..."

There was a short silence, finally broken by Pistol as Peg turned the wheel.

"I think that was our turn back there."

"Yeah... I just figured that out..."

===

It was only a couple blocks away. Pistol was at the mall. Pete was at work. She would vent, say goodbye, then close this chapter in her book and leave it far behind her.

Pulling up in her soccer mom van, Peg stepped out, finding Syn leaning on his motorcycle near the alleyway. Without a single lamp post, and the sun having set over 10 minutes ago, the only light being offered them was the moon's. Peg normally would have been worried about being mugged out here, in such a dark place, at this time of night. But because Syn was here, she felt strangely safe. It gave her the confidence to stay on task and she did her best to walk with purpose.

Syn broke the silence while she still had some distance left to cover,

"You okay? I admit, I wasn't sure what you were trying to say at first. You can feel free to talk with me anytime. I consider you like family."

This caught Peg completely off-guard, her prepared argument vacating her head as its relevance to the moment disappeared. She fumbles briefly,

"F-family?! Are you serious??"

Syn seems perplexed at her tone, slightly cocking his head and lowering an ear,

"Hmm?"

Peg practically throws her hands in the air in disbelief,

"You don't fuck your family!"

"Well maybe -you- don't but..."

"Ahh! What are you even saying right now?! This isn't why I contacted you! I brought you here to..."

She took a breath, bolstering her resolve and managed to pull a majority of the emotion out of her tone,

"I... did this... so you could apologize."

Syn snickers slightly, irritating Peg with his smirk,

"You're so cute Peg... I'm not apologizing."

"I... I'm serious!"

"And I'm not? I thought you wanted to talk, not play the blame game. I'm here because you sounded like you needed to vent. So I'm here... vent."

"You are unbelievable! I'm at my wits end! I've been thinking about that night all week!"

Syn crossed his arms, smiling as he stared up at the stars wistfully,

"Me too."

Peg struts closer to him, waving her finger angrily at him,

"No! Stop it! I'm not letting you put a positive spin on this! I don't want this to be a good thing!"

Syn, clearly not playing this game, states candidly,

"So to be clear... You don't want good things, but you want good things..."

"Yes! No! Ugh, shut up! I can't even think straight because you're all I keep thinking about and I'm terrified I've ruined my marriage... I don't know if I'm pregnant... I'm not even sure if I fully regret it and I feel so guilty for that...

You have to apologize! I need you to..."

Peg now had tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks. Syn seeming unphased, stared her down,

"I'm not going to..."

Peg prepared herself to yell at him, but he raised his hand to stop her,

"Hey... Peggy, I've listened to you. Now hear me out."

Peg, upset, but not unreasonable, sighed heavily to ease her temper, the wolf continued,

"You've clearly put a lot of thought into how all this is supposed to work, I respect that. And most importantly I care about you... which is why when you had a need, I set out to fill it. You seem to think I took advantage of you while you were drunk. You can be sure I would never 'trick' someone into doing something they don't want to. But the fact is, you had a lot to drink, a lot of your defenses must have been down. And maybe I'd had a shot more than I should've too... but what happened wasn't a mistake... not to me."

A short thoughtful pause gets another smile out of Syn,

"And if you'd have me, you know you could count on me to be there."

Peg whines softly, finally exhausted.

"I know Syn... I know... but you could've said no... I could've said no... We could've not..."

She trails off and shuffles the last few feet over to him, he uncrossed his arms, continuing to lean on his motorcycle. Peg plants her forehead squarely in his chest, balled up fists come up and gently pat beside her head,

"I just... really wanted to make it work with Pete. You reminded me of a need I hadn't thought about in years... and now it's like pulling teeth to get him to engage..."

Syn nodded knowingly,

"I see. So he's shutting you out?"

She shakes her head a little,

"I think he's got it in his head that all I do is nag him..."

Peg is spent and she rests her open hands against his chest,

"but at this point I'd settle for a hug..."

?she starts to cry, her hands balling up into fists again as they clutch to his shirt, trying to choke back sobs,

"I mean, fuck... is that so wrong?"

"Course not..."

Syn wraps a single arm around her, and rests it there. She utters soft sobs and lets herself quietly unleash the pent up tension and fear she'd felt. Within a minute she's calmed enough to only sniffle and asks softly,

"Can I just... stay here and think for a bit?"

"Sure thing, Peggy."

Syn stays still, keeping a silent vigil as he looks over the empty street beside them. No cars passed, the block seeming like it was completely abandoned. Peg stifles sniffles and nuzzles against him for a minute or two before rubbing her eyes, regaining her composure, she raises her finger at him again,

"Okay... so to be clear... first, I still love Pete."

Syn smiles, liking the confident tone she's put on, he nods in affirmation,

"Okay."

She raises her next fingers in series,

"Second, I am not going to blame you for what happened. But it WAS a lapse in judgment at the time. If you want to get technical, we're BOTH at fault. But you meant well, I asked for it, so you're off the hook."

"Thank you?"

"Third! I'm not going to let any freakish delusion or weird circumstances convince me otherwise... I am totally devoted to my family."

"Totally..."

"Fourth! I am a woman with needs and there is no shame in that! Syn... I need a favor."

"Sure thing, Peggy." Syn leans down, kiss puckered, but a finger intercepts him,

"Syn. This is just so I don't go crazy before figuring things out with Pete."

"Meaning?"

She fought the urge to smirk, afraid it might give him the wrong idea, but his smile suggested she hadn't hid it very well.

"For tonight at least... I only want you for your body. So no more talking, and no kissing. Is that clear?"

"Crystal."

And in a flash, Syn tugged the curvy woman back with him as he practically fell into the alleyway behind them! Peg shrieked with surprise, not having a chance to steady herself before his hand had snuck under her blouse and freeing her bra in one stroke! She clamored, holding her chest while her voice went from a squeal to a whisper,

"Wait! Wait! Here?! We'll be spotted!"

Syn held no such hesitation as his belt clattered on the concrete.

"No way. Been here before. No one walks this block after dark. And even if, in a fluke, someone does I'll smell them well before they see us."

Peg briefly felt the urge to scowl at him,

"Been here before, hmmm?"

"Oops. I'm not supposed to talk, right?"

Curiosity held but she merely accepts it... slowly slipping her slacks off while Syn had his shirt up and over his head in half the time! The wolf pulls an XXL condom from his jeans before letting them fall around his ankles,

"Rubber?"

Peg, sounding a little exasperated, took one last searching look for anyone else that might be watching before grabbing the bottom of her blouse, pulling it over her head as she spoke, her bra coming off with it,

"Seems kinda pointless after last time... *unf!* doesn't it?"

The titty drop, although slightly painful for Peg with aching breasts, gives Syn a thoughtful pause, replying a bit distantly,

"I was being polite."

Peg, realizing she was making putty of Syn's usually masculine demeanor, made a show of pulling down her panties, playing with sliding them over her hips. Once she stepped out of them she twirled them playfully over her finger, approaching Syn with a sexy strut and a sultry smile while fully nude,

"What a gentleman..."

Syn huffed through his nose, suddenly charging Peg and pinning her back to the wall! She meeped in surprise, but stifled a giggle as she dragged her fingers over his chest. His hand was less polite, clutching one of her breasts, sinking his fingers deep into the plush flesh! Peg moaned under the attention, reaching down under the hem of his underwear to cup his balls under his boxers.

There was an urgency in his voice as he growled at her,

"You know what you're getting into this time..."

"No more talking."

She said curtly, giving his balls a playful squeeze as she rolled them between her fingers. Each had a hot mess to offer her and she felt her body rise to accept it. The heat and warmth was so inviting and her anticipation began to peak. The subtle tug of each ball as it danced in her grasp churned and warmed up the beauties between her fingers for what she hoped would be a complete release. His shaft appearing, and grinding shamelessly into her arm as it grew and grew, it began painting a stripe of pre all the way up to her elbow and began prodding past it. The size gave Peg pause as she marveled at it. Had she really taken all of this the last time they rutted??

She kneels down, slipping the towering shaft between her bountiful aching breasts as she did her best to smother it in her bust! She hugged them together as best she could, crossing her arms and making the plump melons spill over them while shielding each nipple with the opposite hand. But no matter how much she pressed and stroked, she could never make the entire shaft disappear! Her mouth sought out the tip, suckling hard. Syn groaned aloud, looking down at her, both hands on the wall to brace himself,

"Oh, fuck yeah..."

She smiles at that, pleased with how much pleasure she was inflicting on him. How his shaft throbbed and occasionally stiffened to drool a thick bead of pre. She'd spread it over his tip with her tongue, before finally swallowing it down and her partner moaning in delight. But tonight was about her, satisfying her desire. She relaxed her hug around her breasts, letting her nipples grind into his stomach and hips, the perky nubs dragging through his thick fur felt heavenly. She refused to let her hands idle and they went back to massaging his heavy sack, each warm orb getting tender squeezes and strokes as she urged them on.

Syn grunts, it was the only warning she got before he stiffened! Her suckling subsides and his stiffness gets a soft, inquisitive coo around his shaft from Peg before she's suddenly assaulted with a thick gush of sticky savory heat in her mouth! She meeps in surprise, though careful not to spill! The second pulse hits, bulging her cheeks just as she purses her lips in surprise, pulling free and letting his tip flip onto her shoulder as she leans forward! Mouth full of his heated release, she felt even more of it suddenly paint down her back as rope after rope criss crossed all the way down to her hips! She held a hand to her mouth as his cock bounces on her shoulder with each jet he lays on her back. The thick fluid still viscous enough to roll over her figure and start to pool into a large dollop, threatening to venture between her ass cheeks. Syn looked down, huffing slightly, mostly in surprise at how quick she was able to drive him over the edge, but he still managed a playful smile,

"That's a good look for you."

Peg, cheeks bulged, gave him a bit of a death glare. Well, at least the most intimidating one she could manage with her cheeks bulging out. Syn nearly had to bite his lip to keep from laughing, but offers,

"Here, let me help you clean that up."

Syn's hand reached down, clutching her wrist and bringing her to her feet.

She leaned in, offering a snowball's kiss as Syn smirked,

"Nuh uh. No kissing, right?"

Peg's expression showed that she had been foiled, the wolf swiftly grasping her hips and turning her around! She put her hands on the wall, feeling his cum dribble over her taint and start to run down her thigh and she looked back, expecting him to kneel down and lap it up.

With a strength that not only caught her off guard, it made her squeal around his partial load, she was suddenly hoisted up! Her hands walked up the wall, eyes wide as she looked down at him over her shoulder, breasts pressed into the cool stone of the alley wall! She watched as his pink tongue lolled out, taking a playful pass over her clean butt cheek, truly a canine's tongue. She wanted to speak, swallowing a large gulp of his seed as his tongue found its mark stopping the flow of seed down her inner thigh! The playfully slow lick traveled up alluringly close to her snatch, and she swallowed the rest of his load in her mouth, not displeased with the savory seed, but certainly not familiar. The new sensations together made her body shudder with stimulation and excitement. His slobbering tongue held nothing back as it swirled her pucker, clearing his sticky mess there and lingering a little longer. Peg moaned softly and pressed into it, but spoke apologetically,

"Gaw... that feels nice... but there is no way I could take you back there. You are too big."

Syn chuckled softly with a nod of acknowledgement, speaking confidently between licks,

"Maybe with some practice..."

Peg groaned as he lowered her down, his tongue teasing and trailing over every cum streak on her back. The wolf aligned himself to let his throbbing shaft poke between her legs, rubbing the outside of her sex before curling back down to speak softly in Peg's ear, murrling,

"Lots and lots of practice..."

The tender attention making her shiver again, she felt a fleeting pang of guilt, knowing she wouldn't get this kind of attention from Pete without asking. It would make it feel distant and less magical, but this was what she'd ask for, if he'd even do it. She stuffed down the negative thought, and uttered firmly,

"Sh-shut up and fuck me already..."

Syn needed no other encouragement, his wolf shaft retreated from between her thighs and his hands pulled her hips out toward him. Peg adjusted her stance, spreading her legs and presenting herself to him as her hands stayed on the wall to brace herself. Her massive breasts swaying with each breath and shift in her weight.

Syn hesitated, looking out of the alley, Peg following his gaze. Even with her eyes having adjusted to the moonlight she struggled to see much of anything. She felt a stroke of fear start to swell, asking before being interrupted,

"What-?"

Syn suddenly thrust into her, a broad smile on his face,

"False alarm."

Peg wanted to chastise him, but his cock's continuous motion was slowly pushing anything but pleasure out of her mind! Her body was rigid, taking his pounding as if moving from where she was in that moment might make it all stop! She tried to relax, if only a little, turning her hips to better meet his thrusting. She found more of his shaft slipping in, finally bottoming out and nudging a place inside she wondered if only he could reach! It was what had driven her over the edge last time and she fought to ride this one out! It had to last her... She wanted to get all of her desires filled, her thirst quenched! His speed increased, much to her surprise as he lets his balls slap her stomach! Before she hadn't been nearly this aroused, but her drooling sex had soaked his sack this time as it slapped up against her stomach shamelessly! Her massive breasts bounced in rhythm with his thrusts, being thrown around beneath her! To her shock she found herself lactating as he lay into her! She'd started leaking milk all over their corner of the alley! If she was pregnant, would her breasts get even bigger, she wondered. Would she share her milk with Pete? Or Syn?? She had the naughty thought of sharing her milk with her daughter before she felt him tense up! A blast of hot jizz coated her insides in one shot! She felt a great heat that kissed her burning need! It was such a wonderful feeling she hesitated to breathe, grinding her hips into the flow! His following thrusts being even rougher, she felt her body clench and milk him for all he was worth! She wanted every last drop inside! And even as his knot strained against her entrance, his tip breached her cervix, pushing gush after gush of heat into her most sacred places! Her first mind blowing orgasm of the night rocking her entire body as her legs gave out! Syn, still hard as a rock, held her up using only his cock for a moment before taking her legs and lifting them to support her. She still rested her hands on the wall, his merciless thrusts making her swoon in ecstasy as a second climax hit, further milking his shaft, which was rewarded with even more hot spunk inside, coating every inch of her! Still he wasn't done, but with cum gushing out, both his tip and her pussy, he pulled free, lining it up with her asshole, still slick from his copious licking!

With his tip spewing fresh seed, the slick milk basted her muscled ring! Syn uttered between grunts,

"Let's practice right now."

Before she could object, he pressed the tip inside, stretching her pucker over him! Her body still convulsing in release, her asshole struggled against the slick intruder, her body only spreading his slick and making each attempt to thrust even easier for him! Peg couldn't even speak, her high pitched murrling having been replaced with guttural moaning as her body fought to accommodate him and her sex addled mind making everything a wonderful new sensation! As his cock pressed further into her tailhole, it pressed the load inside her pussy, making some of it gush out!

She could hardly believe it, syn was steadily pressing his cock deep into her ass, and her inner tunnel was making room, every barrier he encountered was slowly worked free and more of his cock would slide deeper inside! She was so close, she just needed a little more to reach a height she never knew she had before! Peg practically begs as words finally escape her,

"Oh-gawd-yes! Just-a little-more!! I'm-gonna-cum-so-hard!"

Peg realised her own words! In the moment it didn't matter... she was going to release! Syn suddenly stops, Peg flushed with momentary confusion as the wolf's hands find their way fully behind her knees, suddenly scooping her up and holding her in the air as his cock pistoned up and down even faster than she thought was possible! She squealed in surprise, both at the hoisting and at the sudden pummeling of her ass! Her body reeled, finding it possible to reach even further into the release than she originally thought as her body milked his cock at every opportunity, with his knot being the one obstacle she couldn't overcome! His balls swatted her pussy in wet slaps, sending little drops of their mixed love all over her thighs and into the alleyway! Looking up at him, she saw his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted with primal desire! The moon as their backdrop, she looked down as his release struck again, suddenly causing her stomach to swell and burble with the gift he'd managed to pour into both entrances! She came as her ass clenched down on him, pressing her hips into him as she did. Her eyes catching the stray jets of milk her fully erect nipples were shooting as she released! She'd never had that happen before. She couldn't remember ever cumming this hard before... but it felt so right... so perfect... Her eyes rolling back as she rode out the wondrous ecstasy being inflicted on her.

A chime coming from Peg's phone sends her spiraling back to the present, if not without some resentment. She pants softly, still being pumped with seed.

"Oh... fuck... um..."

Syn grumbled slightly, but still half smiled, flexing to send leftover pumps of heat into her as he wraps an arm around her, pinning her knees to her chest and squatting down without pulling out of her. After deftly pulling the phone from Peg's discarded clothes, he released her knees and let her legs fall limp but held her casually around the middle, treating her like a blow-up doll as he continued to pump into her while she bounced and whined in pleasure, checking the message.

Sure enough, it was Pistol. Ready for pickup.

Peg uttered in frustration, knowing she had a lot of clean up ahead, muttered to herself,

"Damn it..."

Peg rested her hand on his as it held her close, patting it to signal she wanted down. Syn contributed without being asked as his pace slowed,

"You could invite her to join...?"

Peg gasped slightly, mostly as a joke, not caring much about anything as cloud nine was still fresh in her mind,

"We could... NO, WAIT! You shush... She's already getting flak from other boys." She silently wondered if she even felt the same way about boys... She'd never talked about her sex life, if she had any... something else required her attention at that moment.

She felt her knees fail as he knelt down, letting her feet meet the cool wet concrete, but her legs were jelly. Syn pulled her back to standing, still holding her hips and using his cock to keep her upright, his knot wedged into her plush rump. She giggled unintentionally, as her feet staggered like she was a newborn fawn.

Once she was stable he pulled out of her with a long and sultry slurp, suddenly letting his copious load gurgle as it poured out and further bathed and warmed her inner thighs.

She moaned softly, reveling in it all as she looked down and grumbles to herself,

"How the fuck am I gonna be ready to get her in 10 minutes...?"

Syn, without a word, suddenly cupped a breast, latched to her nipple, and stole a tug of milk, licking his lips. The wolf smirked knowingly, gesturing to his mouth,

"Hope you liked this puppy before..."

He said, flaunting his large tongue over her breasts shamelessly,

"... because you're about to get one helluvan encore."

====

Peg smooths her hair one last time, still tingling from the full body tonguing Syn had just given her. She'd made it to the car one minute behind, but she fought to make it up in the short drive down.

Peg pulled up to the mall, rolling down the window to pull her daughter's gaze up from her phone as she sat on a bench,

"Hey sweetie, were you waiting long?"

Peg saw an uncharacteristic smile on Pistol's face as she huffed and responded,

"Nope. You got here at the perfect time."

Peg pried as Pistol climbed in the passenger seat and buckled in,

"You have fun shopping?"

She realized the question might be suspect since Pistol didn't have anything with her... did she buy anything at all? Pistol shrugged,

"Kinda. They didn't have anything I wanted on sale. Saw someone I like though. Wanted to say something but I got nervous."

Peg, seizing an opportunity to keep talking about her trip, nods in response,

"I remember feeling that way at your age. You're body is all grown up but you feel like a kid inside. If there is a chance for something to happen between you, better to say something and be shot down then to live with the "what-ifs" right?"

Her own phrasing made her nervous, as she realized it was how she felt after all that hot lovemaking. She realized how much she would have appreciated having rutted with Syn at her daughter's age... maybe she would have...

"So, mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I've got an interesting problem..."

"Oh?"

Pistol seems to be mulling over her words, unsatisfied with any combination being given to her.

"Actually nevermind... I guess I need to think about it some more. So how was meeting with Syn."

Peg raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Pistol when she could,

"Oh no no no, little miss. You don't get to pique my curiosity like that then change the subject."

Pistol chuckles, knowing she's inadvertently trolled her mother,

"Sorry mom, but I'm serious. I wanna put some more thought into it. But I'll share it with you later, for sure."

Peg, now smiling back,

"Promise?"

"Promise."

There was a short pause, Peg deciding to try to field her daughter's question,

"It was good... you were right of course."

"Hmm?"

"Oh, that I needed to vent. It was so good to get off- my chest... everything."

Peg fumbles as her afterglowing brain blurted out, a twinge of panic scratching at her as Pistol clarifies,

"Good to get it off your chest? Or, get everything off your chest?"

Peg chuckles,

"Y-Yeah."

There was a brief breath before Pistol asks,

"Note my letting go of that 'So good to get off' bit. Just wanna mention I'm consciously leaving that comedy gold alone."

Peg sheepishly sighs, raising an eyebrow and fighting a half smile,

"Yeah. I noticed, thanks. That was strangely mature of you."

"Yep. I'm all grown up after all. I mean..."

She puts both hands on her chest, signaling to herself,

?" THE PISTOL was loaded-"

?Peg groans at the pun,

?"Alriiight."

?"-but the safety was on."

?Peg and Pistol share a brief awkward silence before chuckles escape them both, Peg smiling,

?"have mercy..."

======

The rest of that night played out like thousands before, Pete being obtuse and evasive, resulting in Peg going to bed alone. She began to wonder if something about her had changed since she slept with syn. Was there something she hadn't noticed that was pushing Pete away? Or had she always had this blind spot to his actions and his demeanor? She wanted to think that he hadn't always been this difficult, doing her best to dwell on the good times that they had had. But the more her mind started to piece it together, her realization began to cement in her mind... Pete wasn't the family man she thought he was. But surely she still loved him, after all they had been through so much together and come out pretty well off.

She loved her family. But Pete had grown so distant. Every conversation felt like it only drove them further apart...

She'd even worked up the courage to ask him for sex! Repeatedly! But each time he somehow managed to make it about how he wasn't ready for another rug rat. Or that he wasn't in the mood, or that he'd had too much to drink, or had a headache, or had already rubbed one out, or or or or! For two weeks he evaded her! Even requests for later dates were being met with "ooo" "uh" and "er".

Peg felt the familiar itch once again... Her tight outfit was not helping. She'd picked a blouse that greatly accented her chest and hips, and the tight jeans left little to the imagination and kept her aroused. It strained against her will and she stood with stalwart vigilance in the kitchen, her hands firmly on the countertop as her need flared again. She couldn't help but press her thighs together... to stimulate just enough to avoid going insane. She felt the nag to call Syn. Her guilt was mounting and her mind fought to rationalize it... clearly if she'd been a better wife things wouldn't have turned out this way... clearly if she'd not let sex fall by the wayside their intimacy would not have faltered... clearly if she'd not-

"Mom?"

Peg looked up, composing herself and addressing the voice around the corner,

"Mmm? Yes? In here, sweetheart."

Pistol walked in in her pajamas. A set of silky soft blue pants with pink polka dots, and her shirt being black with a band logo she didn't recognize, though it reminded her of Metallica.

"Yuh- oh uuh... Y-you busy?"

Peg sighed softly, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through her hair,

"Just thinking to myself. What's up?"

'More like berating myself...' She thought.

Pistol seemed conflicted about sharing something, turning her phone between her fingers, as she briefly stared her up and down,

"That's a really nice outfit M-mom."

She cleared her throat regaining some composure,

"So um... It's just that... there's this guy... and..."

'Oooh craaap...'

Peg opened her mouth to speak, but Pistol continued, wanting to clarify,

"But... okay, so it's the same guy you helped me with before."

Peg, now not sure if she knew where this was going, simply nodded in confirmation. Pistol squirmed slightly, clearly nervous about what she was about to share,

"So... He still can't decide if he likes one of them more than the other..."

Peg nodded, reciting easily,

"He could write down pros and cons?"

"He tried that and it didn't help much, so I was thinking..."

Pistol seems unable to find better words and speaks, clearly unsatisfied with the bluntness of it,

"He should try to figure out how to get them in the same room."

Peg couldn't help but cock her head slightly in curiosity,

"Why is that?"

"Well because our brains evolved to keep things simple for us... It puts things into categories, boxes, and stuff... because it's important to make quick decisions when in the wild, but you don't pounce anything that moves once you're in your den again, right?"

"Right..."

Pistol seemed emboldened by her mother's agreement, whatever tension she saw was dissipating... albeit slowly,

"So I figure... your brain won't ever be able to fully realize what it wants unless it's all laid out right there in front of you..."

Peg shrugs slightly, not entirely sure she agreed but had no rebuttal and said,

"It makes a lot of sense... hence why the pros and cons could sometimes bridge that gap. So he wants to see these two girls and...?"

"And... I might be his third interest?"

THAT got Peg's attention, she asked, nonplussed,

"What?"

Pistol quickly spat out the next few sentences, hoping to prevent any overreaction,

"It's just that I've gotten to know him a little-and I think I'd like him if I got the chance to know him better. He's just very... forward and open minded."

Peg raised an eyebrow,

"Uh huh. This meaning he likes sleeping around?"

Pistol shakes her head,

"N-no. Not like that... exactly... But, like... He doesn't seem to feel the need to draw boundaries on love, but understands why others do. And I like that."

Peg sighs, not necessarily liking where the conversation was going, but did her best to stay objective,

"You realize that kind of open-ish relationship needs a metric ton of communication and maturity to work...?"

Pistol, turning her finger in the air as she disassembled her mother's words,

"Something you don't think 'kids' my age can accomplish..."

Peg looks away, realizing even her objective reasoning had come off a little passive-aggressive, so she states more candidly,

"In my experience... it's very very rare... But I have less worries about you than I have about the others involved."

Pistol smiled, taking what her mom said as a sign of approval, talking over her shoulder as she starts to leave,

"Thanks mom. Don't worry. We'll all talk sometime soon. That should help with any reservations. Who knows, if you're feeling adventurous maybe you could..."

Peg pretends to be grossed out, mostly for the joke as she blurts out,

"Oh euh bluh, don't need to finish that sentence, thanks!"

Pistol giggles as she disappears from sight, Peg can't help but chuckle to herself, pondering if she was only joking, but there was a sincerity to it that left her wondering. The laughing subsiding as Pistol moves out of earshot, feet thumping up the stairs to her room, Peg was left alone again with her thoughts.

======

Her pacing had grown feverish. Pete should have been home an hour ago! Peg finally grabs her phone off the counter, mid-text it rings in her hand, Pete's name showing up on the caller ID.

"Where the hell are you?! I've been worried sick."

The young male voice on the other side stammers,

"Uuhh s-sorry... missus uh, p-Pete? This is benji, Ruthar's son. Apparently they did the annual s-slug... everyone is passed out drunk again. I've been making calls to... uh... all necessary parties. I've already got one wife officially divorcing tonight. And another just left a grocery list for tomorrow morning... anything I can take down for you?"

Peg sighed heavily,

"Hi Benji. I know your dad gives you specific instructions, but you could just text everyone sweetie... and maybe... don't keep letting your dad talk you into being... 'chaperone' okay? Kid your age shouldn't have to handle that kind of responsibility."

The voice puffs a little, trying to sound confident,

"I'm 11 years old! I-I can handle it."

Peg pinches between her eyes, lids pressed shut in disbelief, uttering the first words silently,

"I rest my case... good night, Benji."

"Nigh-"

Peg ends the call, gripping the phone with such force that the plastic creaks.

"God Dammit..."

She rushes to the living room, slamming her phone on the side table with enough force to echo through the house, but not to damage it. She sprawls out on the couch, quickly unbuttoning the tight jeans she wore, hoping to show herself off to her husband when he came home tonight, like she'd told him...

It felt nice to breathe again, but more pressingly her scent of heat filled the room! Stuffing fingers into her panties she began to poke and prod through any fabric resistance and pressed into her flower! Each petal getting equal amounts of attention as she stuffed a knuckle from her opposite hand into her mouth! Within minutes she'd found the sweet spots and rolled her hips shamelessly into her massaging fingers! She'd already soaked her panties and moaned around her finger as she began to climax! Her mind had started to wander to Syn, but she did her best to put him out of her mind. The release is ultimately unsatisfying, only sating less than half of her desire... Her pants and panties were now well and truly soaked near her sex and she pulled them off without reservation. She's partway through her second try when her mind refuses to think of anything but the hot thick fillings she'd recently received. She can't take it. The conflict in her mind won't let her release again. Her body seems fixated on him, but her mind refused to relent. She loved her family!

She loved her FAMILY!

...

?She LOVED her family...

?...

?she loves her family...

?Peg found her mind wandering to her daughter. She remembered all the times she paused, enamored with what her daughter was wearing. Snug, yet comfortable tops, with v neck cuts. Always something that hugged her beautiful taut ass... And while she may have reprimanded her for trying to wear "booty shorts" she hadn't the heart to throw it away. She imagined being that young again, and how strongly she felt about her body. How much desire welled up in her, and how badly she grew jealous of some of the more promiscuous of her peers when her need was especially bad... She imagined being there now, as a beacon of hope. An angel sent to help her release! She would help her discover her body in ways no one but another woman could!

?'The lightest touch, tender and subtle along her inner thighs. The sweetest licks to tease and heighten! The most tantalizing motions to unleash the heat! Oh Pistol! She's such a fast learner. Oh, you naughty girl! You're going to make your mommy-!'

?Peg stifled a squeal as she came harder this time, moving to her knees on the floor, one hand on the floor, the other furiously rubbing her clit to prolong the release. Her voice in a whisper as she spoke to herself,

?"Oh Pistol... ~?"

? She pants and writhes, her hips pressing into her fingers as she caught herself mouth agape. Trembling she took a bolstering breath and let her body ride into afterglow for a spell. She blushed briefly over realizing she just openly masturbated while thinking about her daughter, but it was over now and she did her best to let the images slide. She felt mostly satisfied now, like she could think clearly... And something was telling her she had something left to do.

?

?She turned over the recent events in her head one last time... electing that one thing needed to be done in order to continue moving forward... say goodbye to Syn.

With how hasty they'd been at the mall, and with him giving her the first and most memorable tongue bath of her life, there was no chance at the time. But the urge for resolution nagged at her, and after heading to her bedroom, tidying herself up, fitting into something comfortable, and collapsing on the bed, she began crafting a text for him...

Her gut turned... this wasn't how a friend said goodbye... how many times had she seen this done to others and wondered what was so difficult about saying goodbye face to face? Now she felt a bit more understanding for those who'd caved, but she would not be one of them... She pondered calling him, but decided that was also too impersonal... she knew where Pete was tonight. Pistol was already in her bedroom... She could meet with him...

A short spat of back and forth texting resulted in Syn offering to stop by, since he was surprisingly close, and anywhere else they'd sit at to talk would be closing soon...

Peg found the next 5 minutes to be excruciating.

===

Peg sat silently on the stairs, having gotten a bra on and ran a comb through her hair. She'd greet him, explain she wanted to say goodbye, wish him well, and close the door. It was simple logically... But her heart raced... her last encounters with him hadn't been even remotely that simple... what if it happened again?? A polite knock at the door gives Peg a slight start and she jumps to her feet.

Sure enough, a peek through the peephole reveals a black figure on her porch, occupying most of her view. His height preventing her even seeing his face. She wouldn't have known how to recognize him if she hadn't remembered the jacket he wore, although regardless she doubted anyone for miles was as big as Syn...

The door clicks and clatters as a deadbolt and chain come off and she opens the door. The cold biting her more than she thought it would, uttering in surprise,

"J-geez it is freezing. Juh-k-Come inside."

Syn playfully thumbs a touch of frost from his muzzle, stepping inside and giving himself a brisk shake, making his leathers flap and metals clink.

"Really? Hadn't noticed."

Peg chuckles politely, closing the door behind him. Once latched she keeps her arms crossed and rubbing her upper arms. Syn, without a second thought, removes his coat and lays it over her shoulders, the large coat could hide her completely if she wanted to, and she pulled it over her shoulders. Peg stuttered, not because of the cold, but because of what she knew needed to happen next.

"Th-um... th-thank you."

Syn can tell something is bothering her, hushed tones, dark house. He wondered if the family was home. He decides to break the ice first and gestures casually to the house, changing the subject while hoping to help her settle,

"Really nice place, Peggy. You've done really well for yourself."

"Th-thanks."

Syn can tell that Peg has stage fright, gently guiding the nervous feline to the living room,

"So. You wanted to talk right? Anywhere you wanna sit?"

"R-right... yes here's fine."

Peg seats herself on one side of the couch. Syn crosses to the recliner and leans on it. It creaks with the wood starting to crack and Syn raises an eyebrow at the protesting chair,

"Guess I'm not sitting there."

Peg chuckles softly, but feels a lump grow in her throat as Syn is forced to sit on the opposite end of the couch. He turns, letting his knee press against the back, and his boot hang off the edge of the cushion. His leg alone took up most of the space between them and he smiles down at her,

"Alright Peggy. What's on your mind?"

Peg felt her gaze drift away from Syn to the center of the room, eyes searching as her mind fought to find the words she thought most fitting. Syn offered,

"Is this about your husband? Pete?"

Peg shook her head, sighing softly, Syn wasn't finished,

"Your family? Your Daughter Pistol?"

Peg shrugged now, half nodding as she found her voice,

"I guess it's about us... I wanted to say once more that I appreciate all the help you've been, and that I still like you as a friend. Very very much."

Syn half smirks, but does his best not to derail the tone Peg had started,

"I see a giant but on the horizon..."

Peg sighs, nodding,

"But... I don't want to hurt my family. My kids especially."

She ponders silently for a moment before continuing,

"I guess I know where P.J. stands... He didn't exactly move out on the best terms... refuses calls from Pete... But Pistol..."

Peg takes a deep breath, almost biting her lip, but instead nips her cheek to avoid showing some inappropriate thoughts around her daughter,

"Pistol on the other hand reminds me of myself at her age. My father wasn't a dick, but he always seemed so... detached. So far away... And when he left my mom, I remember feeling so helpless..."

Tears started welling up, Syn doesn't hesitate to slide over and lays an arm around her, pulling her against him.

Peg chuckles, embarrassed, rubbing her eyes as she gently frees herself, placing his arm (if not with a pinch of effort) on the back of the couch again, but only leans away from him a little.

"Woo... where did that come from... sheesh. Apparently I've been sitting on that one for a while."

She looks up at him, a genuine look of concern with a supportive smile on his otherwise grisly mug. Peg can't help but smile back,

"Thanks... so um... about why you're here..."

Syn interrupts her, scooting a little closer. His weight makes her lean into him and he asks candidly,

"Listen... I've been wanting to ask something for a little while now, but circumstances haven't been kind. So while we have a chance, I'd like to ask..."

Peg felt dread rise in her chest, Syn taking a bolstering breath,

"Can we just... sit here quietly for a while... like that night when we camped out before the 'Briskette' concert?"

Peg blinked in surprise, her mind jumping back to that clear starry night. All excited for the next day they pretended to sleep at first, As one by one they knew it wouldn't happen, they snuggled up against a small tree, each of them in their own sleeping bags. All without a word. She remembered being sandwiched between Syn, and a girl whose name she couldn't recall. He was big even then, but her head could rest on his shoulder... how much things had changed... She brought herself back to the present, snuggling up to him gently as she nodded,

"Yeah... actually... that sounds..."

She sighed happily, relaxing,

"...really nice."

They are silent until Peg falls fast asleep.

A little time passes and he smiles knowingly,

"You know, I wasn't entirely sure the first time I caught a whiff of you at the mall, but now I am. Would you like to come introduce yourself, or shall I play guess who?"

Soft steps came from the stairs, Pistol, wearing nothing but a nightgown and panties, blushed furiously as she stepped beside the couch, a little distance away.

Syn smiles,

"You must be Pistol. Your mother loves to talk about you."

He openly looks her up and down, his smile turning a little lecherous,

"You certainly take after your mother... in -all- the right ways."

It didn't seem possible for Pistol to blush any harder, but she did, and squirmed ever so slightly under his appraising looks, Syn takes a long breath, sighing as he asks,

"So. Did you need something, kiddo? Question? Or uh..."

He raised an eyebrow, his voice nearly a whisper, smiling and clearly teasing,

"Do you just like to watch?"

Pistol chuckles softly, she uses a hand to pull her hair back over her ear in a nervous motion as she smiles, doing her best to sound confident,

"I do, but... only so I can learn things I can use. But I think you'll agree, nothing beats first hand experience."

Syn smirks, seeing right through the facade, but does his best to humor her,

"Oh of course, nothing at all."

Pistol strides confidently toward Syn, standing in front of him as she placed her thumbs under her panties, smiling,

"Then it's agreed. You'll teach me all the ins and outs."

Syn fought laughing too hard, not wanting to wake up Peg, the teenager now pouting, thinking she was not being taken seriously. As he leaned forward, coming nose to nose with Pistol, she sat perfectly still, only a slight tremor of fear in her arm giving away her facade of composure. Syn uttered darkly,

"Then let me bestow one of the first and most powerful lessons I can give you..."

Gripping the strap of her nightgown, he tugs it over her shoulder, and with minimal effort, Pistol's large breast pops free of the thin cloth as she squeaks. Syn displays his massive tongue, making the girl gawk in a mix of shock and awe, before laying it shamelessly across her exposed breast. Letting him taste every inch of the plush tit as Pistol whimpered with pleasure, gently pressing into his lick. Her fingers gently stroke over his head, fingers playing over his features as she closes her eyes and relishes the sensations. Suddenly he pulls the strap back up, his large tongue pressing the breast back into place with a little bounce, playfully dragging every inch of his tongue over her nipple. She blinked in surprise, staring as her mouth hung open a little.

Syn looked her dead in the eye, dark, but certain as he smiled,

"Lesson one... patience. Use my phone to text yours. We'll talk soon. For now, go back to bed."

Pistol huffs softly, taking a half step back,

"M-maybe this is a one time offer?"

Syn nods in acknowledgement,

"I suppose I could live with that... But is that what -you- want?"

Syn reaches over, pulling his phone from his jacket around Peg, waving it tauntingly at her.

Pistol, only mildly upset, utters as she snatches it and texts herself from Syn's phone,

"..mfm fuckin' tease."

Syn raises an eyebrow, smirking,

"Said the girl in her nightgown and panties."

Pistol shot Syn a little glare, truly she was her mother's daughter. He smiled, gesturing to the lump in his pants,

"Don't worry. You'll get there. But in the meantime, do feel free to indulge in lesson two... anticipation."

Pistol hands Syn his phone back, kneeling down between Syn's parted legs and gently places a hand on his manhood. She reaches up to undo his belt and he grips her wrist gingerly,

"Explore all you like."

He said warmly,

"But no peeking yet. Anticipation is useless if you immediately give up the payoff..."

The girl nods softly, gingerly letting her fingers play over his jeans, somewhat in awe of how warm it was to the touch.

Pistol would spend the next hour poking prodding and rubbing her face into his nethers through his jeans. Syn used this time to gently move Peg so she lay undisturbed on the couch. Pistol began stuffing a hand down her panties, and attacked her nethers with her digits until she'd found release, deliberately bonding the sensation to his manhood scent. Syn suddenly uttered,

"That's long enough. Close your eyes."

Pistol was visibly disappointed, but heard his other instruction and followed it without hesitation. He stood, easily popping his erection free and smearing a line of pre into her cheek and over her lips! She gasps in unexpected delight but keeps her eyes closed, Syn smirking as he put his shaft away with great difficulty,

"That's a good girl. You can open them again. Keep it up, and I'll make sure you learn everything I have to offer."

"W-was that lesson three?"

Syn nods, "Foreplay... But for now... Off to bed." She looked hungrily between his jeans as they zipped back up and his face, licking his shared wet heat from her lips sensually. He put his hands on her shoulders before he turned her around and ushered her to bed, taking a handful of her ass, which she pressed into, as he pushed her toward the stairs. She stared hungrily at him all the way up the stairs, his scent had clearly lit a fire in her which she fought fruitlessly to control all the way until she reached her bedroom and closed the door. Though his keen nose detected that wasn't the last time she got off that night.

=====

When morning came, Peg awoke to the sound of the front door. Finding herself wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Syn was no where to be seen. Pete's voice jars Peg as she inwardly panics,

"Mornin' sweetheart. You weren't... uh... sleeping there all night were you?"

"A-and what if I was? Would you care?"

Pete, unsure how to respond, stutters,

"Well I uh... eh, suppose not. It's your house after all."

Peg utters quietly,

"Our house."

"Hmm?"

"Ours. It's our house."

Pete waves dismissively sauntering to the kitchen,

"Of course, whatever you say, dear. Now does we got any beers left?"

Peg snaps angrily as Pete rooted through the fridge,

"I wait up for you last night, and you walk in here like nothing's wrong... like nothing I've said all week has gotten through to you!"

Pete dawns the tone she knew all too well by now, the innocent/ignorant victim tone, he stood,

"Whatever do you mean?!"

"I mean I want another baby, Pete!! I've been trying to get you to listen to me for longer than 30 seconds all month! Can't we at least talk about it??"

Pete seems flustered, but is clearly rejecting the notion as he gestures wildly with his hands,

"But we've already had two little monsters! Er uh, munchkins! And another lil' rug rat will be so expensive. What if we need to buy a new car... or uh, the house burns down!"

"That's what the insurance is for! We've got enough in savings to probably put TWO kids through college! All I'm ask-"

An alarm interrupted her and signaled Pete had to head to work, Peg deflated, knowing her window was closing,

"Could you... Can we at least talk about it tonight?"

"Of course, whatever you say, dear. Later, pumpkin. Let's talk about this later."

He plants a quick kiss on her cheek, clearly just trying to appease her. Peg crosses her arms, even her scowl started to soften into a look of desperation. Pete looked at her one last time, saying with clear obliviousness,

?"I know you're lonely, but I'll be back at the house tonight, sweetheart. Recorded a really good game last night, and I gotta catch up!"

And with that, he walked out the door, beer in hand. Peg slumped to the floor in utter disbelief... hugging her knees and crying silent tears... for the first time since her father left, she felt a loneliness that could not be described. She buried her face in her raised bosom as her breasts pressed against her knees. She wanted to just disappear...

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The day passed without incident. Peg, feeling completely defeated, couldn't even work up the nerve to ask Pete to make love anymore... rubber, no rubber... his answer was always no...

She lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. She'd worn a nightgown from one of their most passionate nights in a last ditch effort to reach Pete, but he didn't even notice.

Between berating herself for her faults in it... she wondered if she loved him after all, or if she was deluding herself out of fear. Pistol's words kept coming to mind.

'He should try to figure out how to get them in the same room.'

Only... she began thinking of Pete and Syn...

'because our brains evolved to keep things simple for us'

Nothing about this situation was simple... maybe that was why she was so distressed?

She needed to make sense of it... at any cost.

'your brain won't ever be able to fully realize what it wants unless it's all laid out right there in front of you...'

That was it! Pistol, you're so smart! It was risky... but it'd be worth it.

She found her phone on the bedside table, no doubt in her mind, and immediately texted Syn.

'Can you come to my place again? I need your help.'

=======

Peg paced, having second thoughts about this idea. What if she was discovered? Pete was a pretty sound sleeper, but what about Pistol?? And if Pete or Pistol did wake up where would she hide the massive wolf?! At least being in her nightgown would make them less suspicious. Maybe Syn would appreciate the nightgown...?

A knock at the door spooked Peg. She hadn't been watching the door, so perhaps he'd been out there for a while?

She pushed her temporarily distracting arousal from her mind, and opened the door, her mouth silently shushing him as she brought a finger to her lips. Her other hand beckoned him inside.

Syn did not appreciate the nightgown, he loved it. Frilly white lace with a soft pink overtone. The loose cloth only barely hid her nipples, and a lovely array of lighter pink roses framed her cleavage. Her panties a similar color, instead had a cursive "daddy's girl" on her rump. The lingerie ensemble was very distracting for Syn and within moments his jeans thread creaked against his crammed erection.

She gestures for him to follow her and he does with a silent nod.

Walking up the stairs, he can't help but oogle that delicious plump rump being presented to him as her panties leave little to the imagination. He teasingly gooses her, making Peg squeal ever so slightly! She turned, giving Syn a look that told him this was serious, but with her flushed cheeks, she couldn't hide that she'd somewhat appreciated the attention. Syn smiles, unapologetic, but raises his open hands, showing he'd behave.

With short stops to check for rustling when the house cracked or creaked, especially due to Syn, they eventually stepped into the bedroom. Peg gestured that he stand on the opposite side of the room as she stood by the door, as if waiting for something to happen. Syn, unsure of what was happening, complies as he raised an eyebrow at her. She watched resolutely, as if some magical moment would click in her mind and it would suddenly all make sense. She prowled at the foot of the bed, looking between Pete, who lay on his side facing away from where the wolf stood, and Syn who loomed ominously in the corner of the poorly lit room.

Nothing was happening... it was all the same... no answers to her panic... no quelling of her fears... nothing. Nothing except a need. And her heart ached for it...

Tears suddenly roll down her face as it continued to furrow in concentration. Syn saw that she was distraught and crossed to her. Standing politely, she looked up at him before looking back at Pete. She leaned into Syn for support as she tugged a loose lingerie strap back up over her shoulder. She took a deep breath to speak, voice barely above a whisper,

"I don't think I love him anymore..."

Syn stood stalwart, saying nothing and simply watching Pete's chest rise and fall, ignorant to the suffering of his wife...

Peg continued,

"It hurts. Because I want to keep loving him... but he... doesn't seem to want me."

To that Syn sighs softly,

"Certainly not in the same way. Perhaps it's time to let it go... if it doesn't serve you then let it go."

"But..."

"I would ask you to do the same thing for me in a heartbeat... if I'm not serving you somehow either, I'll leave right now. This is Triage, Peg. You've been supporting this festering pain for a long time..."

A brief glance down at her made him realize how much she'd been shouldering for so long, it wasn't the years taking its toll on her... it was this marriage, his voice grows more stern,

"...A very long time."

Peg sniffles slightly,

"I just-"

Syn finished her sentence,

"- wish it could have worked."

He hugged her softly, reassuringly,

"Of course you do... you put your heart and soul into this relationship. And as far as I can tell, all he put up was his money and his dick..."

Peg pursed her lips at that, wanting to refute him, but the more she thought, she realized he wasn't wrong. After some time, Syn continued,

"You are an incredible woman, Peg. You deserve someone who can recognize that. Who sees when you're hurting, who loves when you're happy, and who can't get enough of you."

Peg looks up at him, a gentle smile on her features as she pries,

"W-well that's awfully specific."

Syn did his best to hide his vulnerability, but the slightest blush came through under his fur. He looked at her with a confidence she had come to love seeing from him,

"You are a beautiful woman. You have a giant heart. And god fucking dammit I can't help but wanna do you from the front to the back and all around until the roof comes down."

Peg blushed at that, gently burying her face against his shirt again. Syn smiling as he pulled her close and rumbled,

"You'll be alright."

Peg looks up, finding herself absorbing his features, this stoic presence warming her and comforting her. Her voice was barely a whisper,

"I think I love you."

Syn looked down at her, lightening the mood with a playful smirk, his tone matching hers as best he could,

"You -think- huh?"

Peg chuckled slightly, rubbing her eyes,

"I know I love you."

She let her eyes drift back, as if to say a silent goodbye. Looking back up at him, she felt a remaining tension in her chest as she asked,

"You know that offer you made... to be with me if I wanted."

Syn nodded solemnly, Peg smiled slightly, a little tear welling up again,

"That offer still stand?"

"Well I dunno..."

He said in a playful tone but a straight face. His hand clasped her wrist and openly placed her palm right on his throbbing bulge in his jeans,

"is this standing?"

She can't help but smile, giving his side a playful punch with her other hand. A sigh escapes her as she wraps both arms around his middle, hugging him tightly as she buries her face in his shirt.

Syn smirks, gently stroking her head as she gets her fix, his other hand slipping under the back of her lingerie to stroke over her bare back soothingly. His claws glide over her, the subtle stimulation sends shivers of pleasure through her body as she feels goosebumps erupt all over her. Syn utters softly,

"I love you too, Peggy."

She looks up at him, Her turn to smirk playfully,

"Show me."

Syn slips his thumb into his jeans, easily popping the button and letting his bulge feel relief. Peg knelt down, unzipping them as she went and pressed her face to Syn's boxers, letting the warmth and scent bring her heated body higher and higher, making her blood boil and her sex ache. She drank in everything about his body now... there was no shame... her breasts pressed against his legs through his jeans, and her hands fought to get them down to his boots. Syn let his fingers mingle in Peg's hair as she rubs her face against his crotch. Soft grumbles of approval letting her know how nice it felt. With his pants down, Peg didn't hesitate to pull the boxers down next. They came free with ease and his shaft sprung to life, resting on her shoulder!

Hot blood rushed to fill Syn's shaft as its prison was pulled away from his nethers. A soft gasp from Peg brings his attention to her reaction as she utters to herself,

"Wow."

Syn smirks,

"And it's all yours."

Peg murrls softly, bringing the shaft back down so she can hug the length of it. Nestled between her breasts, his tip accidentally slips into her panties below. She smiles in awe and grinds the front of her hips against it. Her nose nuzzling his sheath and shaft base as she runs her hands up and down the underside of the massive throbbing rod, exploring it and learning it as hers. Her knuckles brush his large sack, making the massive balls churn and roil in preparation for their duty.

Syn was letting her explore him at her leisure... but his will was slowly waning... it was getting harder and harder to resist pinning her down and taking what he knew they both wanted.

But his patience was rewarded. She stood and walked over to the bed, bending over at the hips so her already voluptuous ass was further rounded and presented to him. Her fingers slipping in from underneath and pulled her panties aside. Her wordless needy stare said it all and he walked over, only taking a passing glance at the lump still snoring soundly. Syn lined himself up, cocking an eyebrow, making sure that she wanted to risk waking her husband by rutting right next to the bed. She merely pressed her hips toward him, making the tip slip inside. Her hands sunk into the bedding and her nightgown strained under the weight of her bosoms. Syn felt his patience dissolve as his cock tip felt the wet heat of Peg's puffy pussy!

The woman gasped in soft surprise when he thrust forward, reclaiming the tunnel and stretching it anew. Someday, she would have him take her and it will be a perfect snug fit! She reveled in the idea that his cock would fill her so much that her inner walls would conform to his shape. Feel every throbbing inch without strain and nuzzles so tight that anything he poured into her would have only one place to go!

His thrusting quickened, Peg stuffing her mouth in her palm as she started to make soft moans of ecstasy that she could not contain. Her nipples grinded into the corner of the bed, drawing long circles with each thrust that further stimulated her already reeling mind!

She felt he was close, his stiffening member lays hot lines of pre along her inner walls, heating and easing his thrusts! She raised one leg, hooking it around his massive hips! He'd already came inside. She was almost certain she was already a month along. So what was the harm? She wanted it all now. To be reduced to a shuddering orgasmic mess over and over again by the stud that was laying into her! He took the hint and pressed with purpose, making his knot pop inside those taut lips as they started to swell, fully locking Syn inside as he stiffened! A soft gasp from the doorway turn Peg's gaze. It was pistol, a hand thrust down her panties, and the other massaging her chest under her shirt! Syn came, pumping gush after gush of hot spunk directly into the woman's womb! If she hadn't been pregnant before by some miracle, he was correcting it now. His thrusts prod and poke his tip into every nook of her inner space. When his tip caught something inside of her, she silently wondered if he'd poked into her fallopian tube. If he came in there, she might ACTUALLY be giving birth to his cubs for the rest of her life... She shuddered at the naughty thought, climaxing herself, unable to contain it, even with the embarrassment of getting caught she inwardly denied it, she didn't care who knew. She loved Syn! She wanted the world to know it! Syn huffed as he came down from his release a full minute later, Peg's stomach bulging with the fresh load, already looking several months pregnant. Pistol walked over, legs a little shaky from having her own mini climax. She kneeled by the bed where her mother was now resting her head. She lays a soft and intimate kiss on her mother's lips, Peg, mind reeling with pleasure, upheaval, and a lapse in caring, simply returned the kiss, letting it deepen and soon the two women are gently tangoing with each others tongues. Syn rubs Pistol's head affectionately,

"See Peggy? She loves you. Even more than you realized."

Pistol smiled up at him before leaning across to him, shamelessly reaching under the wolf, finding his sack and massaging it inquisitively between her fingers, never breaking eye contact with her mother. Pistol smiled warmly,

"So. You think I'm mature enough to handle a complex relationship, huh?"

Peg blinked slightly at the statement, getting an incredulous smirk,

"There was never any boy, was there...?"

Pistol shrugged,

"Oh there was..."

She squeezed Syn's sack playfully, making him groan and the sensitive testicles jump up, suddenly painting a spare gush of cum adding to the pool of warmth her mother held inside, the teenager continued,

"... just not from my school... So. What's the next lesson, Daddy?"

Syn smirked, rather liking the sound of that,

"For you, little girl... Foreplay. Lots of it."

"Hmm? EE!"

Pistol stood slowly, unsure what he meant, but suddenly he lifted her up, her hips level with his muzzle as he gently resumed fucking Peg, his knotted cock not having far to go, but his tip still grinding pleasurably into her inner walls! His exceedingly large canine tongue rolled out and skillfully pressed around the damp panties, tasting her snatch he found it a fertile young heat, and his senses burned for more of it. It was clear they were going to be like catnip for each other, and he twirls Pistol around and letting her hang upside down while her legs draped over his shoulders and crossed behind his head. Syn shifted his grip easily, handling her like a blowup doll as he plunged his tongue deep into her cunny around her panties once more! He hits an unexpected barrier, eyebrow raising as he withdraws his tongue long enough to speak,

"You're a virgin??"

She murrls playfully, fingers crawling down his body as she enjoyed the view of their joining,

"Not for much longer I hope."

Pistol murrled, burying her nose against his sheath, taking in his scent before gripping her mother's rump and licking at her pucker! Peg wondered how this could be happening. Was the forbidden love her daughter had for her mother part of why she'd put so much distance between them? Had she never allowed herself to feel this way about her daughter, she would have been potentially shocked or disgusted... but instead she felt happy! Truly happy! They were together, and she felt an immense relief of pressure as she felt the world slowly making sense around her again. The soft licking from her daughter over her asshole while Syn still thrust his buried cock against her resulted in Peg planting her mouth onto the bed to muffle her moan as her body shuddered in a second climax! Her ass jiggled and slapped against Syn's hips as she fought to compliment his thrusts! Her rippling tunnel milking him was a beautiful sensation as she swirled his tongue skillfully against pistol's every feature of her womanhood, especially when suckling her clit!

Pistol was next to squeal, stuffing her finger into her mouth she bit down hard enough to draw blood in order to keep her voice to a high-pitched, breathy squeal of ecstasy! All the while, the other body never stirred in their slumber. Peg looked up, watching her daughter arch her back and bite her finger as her new daddy was attacking the little pussy over and over with hungry licks and noisy suckling! With just enough space between them, and pistol's pigtails keeping her hair out of the way, Peg leaned up, and once again kissed her daughter, this time with passion and desire!

It was a night to remember.

=====

A few weeks passed. Pete, although surprised by the divorce, found it more like getting a 'get outta jail free' card. With most of the finances going with him, Peg instead kept the house. Syn had some savings, and with a little luck he figured he could find work in the area. Peg stared at the ceiling, fingers gently circling her swollen belly. She didn't have more cum inside... it was a cub. She had been laying awake all morning, the comforter covering her belly but leaving her chest exposed. The woman was smiling and staring as sunlight steadily filled the room, heavign a soft sigh of relief at the way things had turned out. A large groan and a soft stirring next to her brings her gaze to the massive wolf in the bed beside her,

"Well good morning, sleepyhead."

Syn grunts softly, little jerks of his hips interrupting his speech,

"Oooh fuck yeah... Good morning, love."

He pulled the covers aside, sitting up and looking down at Pistol, hungrily throating half the shaft and swallowing in noisy gulps as he pumped his seed into her throat. Peg smirked, rubbing her daughter's head as Syn spoke,

"And thanks for the wake-up call my wonderful little cock-sleeve... Time?"

It had taken a little while for her to understand that his names for Pistol were something she wanted and were becoming as natural as calling someone 'sweetie' ... a term of endearment.

Peg realized the time and answered with a slight loss of her smile,

"8:18. You should be on the road in about 20 minutes."

Syn nodded, gingerly gripping Pistol's pigtails and using them as handlebars as he starts making the teenage girl choke on even more cock, the girl struggling and pressing into him hungrily as tears streamed down her cheeks, smearing her masquera! Syn leans over to kiss Peg, the woman beaming a sincere and warm smile after receiving it, the wolf thinks aloud,

"Should be just enough time for me to finish giving our daughter the rest of her breakfast, and for you and I to have something to eat while we practice with your ass again."

Peg smirked, shaking her head as she stood from the bed, nude and not caring as she left to make breakfast,

"I know we were close last time, but I'm not sure we'll ever get your knot in..."

" Lesson one, Cock-sock?"

Pistol was pulled off of his length, Cum, spit, and tears dripping from her lips as she kaffed and sputtered slightly,

"P-patience."

"That's right. Patience and persistence will pay off eventually."

With that Syn suddenly resumed throatfucking Pistol, Peg asking,

"Sweetie, did you want any breakfast?"

Syn pulled Pistol off of his shaft again, the girl shaking her head meekly, taking a moment to swallow the culmination of fluids in her mouth and throat,

"N-No thanks, mom. I'm still seeing huh-how long I can go on this diet."

Syn smirked, nodding,

"You are making me so proud right now. You've lost some weight already, and what day is this? 13?"

Pistol beamed a proud grin, leaning down to resume suckling him,

"14."

Syn whistled in legitimate pride,

"Two weeks. That's pretty impressive."

He grasped both pigtails and resumed his messy thrusts, Peg having left the room with a teasing shake of her plush rump. Syn grunted, getting close,

"We'll have to stop at about a month though... You need to make sure you're eating enough."

Syn suddenly forced her head up and down rapidly before holding her down, spraying a fresh load into her throat as he slowly pulled free! Gagging and choking, Pistol smiled as her mouth was suddenly filled with hot cum! Her face turned to surprise as he made back to back gushes of cum bulge her cheeks and a press of his hips made some suddenly gush from her nose and the edges of her lips! Syn panted softly, watching Pistol struggle to swallow the rest of the load before lapping at his shaft, licking the drops of cum that had leaked out, trying not to waste a drop of her nourishment. She pants softly, catching her breath as she speaks,

"I know daddy. I promise to take good care of our baby too."

She nuzzled against his cock, rubbing her cheek against it, looking like she might go to sleep, Pistol mutters softly almost to herself,

"I want to teach my little girl how to please daddy like her mommy does... to someday have daddy fill her with hot love just like her mommies. And I'll teach Mommy's baby too, if she likes..."

Syn smirks, standing up,

"One thing at a time, my eager little cum-slut."

Pistol giggled weakly, coughing up a little more cum before settling down, nuzzled into the bedsheets with a warm smile.

"Thanks for breakfast, daddy."

" 'Course Sweetheart. I'll be back to feed you lunch around noon."

Syn felt his shaft starting to soften as he bounced down the stairs, the cool air making his erection fade, at least until he walked into the kitchen, finding Peg on the floor on all fours. At first he was worried, but then he saw a plate of delicious looking food perched on her rump as her bare and red with need pussy was presented to him. She looked over her shoulder, taking a forkful of scrambled egg,

"Here you go, sweetie! A Doggy-style breakfast for my favorite doggy."

Syn half smirked, his tone playful, if not showing his injured pride,

"Well I'm a wolf... so..."

He put his hands on his hips, the display steadily bringing his erection back to standing, bouncing with his heartbeat as the wolf finished his thought,

"... might be a little more wild than your average canine."

Peg stifled a ditsy giggle,

"Show me..."

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